Viscount Sobeck was someone who could easily find balance within himself. Naturally, he hoped his comrades could do the same.
But right now, all he could do was watch his fellow officer ramble on with concern.
"If I'd defeated Tai Ah in the shortest time possible, the course of the battle would certainly have been different. Yes, I made a misjudgment, and my personal strength couldn't directly change the tide of battle. It all came down to my own shortcomings. Sigh, it was all my fault. I'd thought that if I went in myself, I might be able to force my way through and seize a passage, but I hadn't expected the enemy's experts to arrive so quickly. It was all my fault. I'd simply thought that capturing her would deprive the Dragon of Dawn of one of his arms, but I hadn't expected her to be such a formidable opponent. It really was all my fault."
At this, Shamein sighed deeply, desolation filling the corners of his eyes.
Sobeck sighed as well. He had to admit that if all of this had happened to him, even with his own impressive capacity for shame, it would probably have hit him hard.
But then, Shamein, still on the screen, suddenly raised his head. In an instant, the gray, desolate air around him vanished, and a fighting spirit once again shone in his eyes. "But no matter what, I'm still alive, and I've seen where I'm weak. That means this is far from over! Every day from now on, I'll be stronger than I was today. I have to be. There's no other way. Only then will today's bloodshed and defeat have meaning. I'll go apologize to the Marshal myself. Once I've received the punishment I deserve, I'll be able to return